I am four years old. I have a small, yellow director's chair dubbed "the scrunchy chair". Every time I sit in it, I wrinkle my top lip into a scrunched-up grin, teeth bared. The chair makes me happy, the laughter of my family who watches me makes me happy, reveling in my own absurdity. I… Continue reading wild thoughts — a young farmer’s becoming
Every place has a history. The property that our farm operates on, which we lease from Blue Moon Stead, has seen many phases of life -- from operating ranch and hay fields, to summer camp, to private residence, and now revisiting its origins in agriculture as we bring the pastures back into use with our… Continue reading If all the world’s a stage, who do I call for ‘line’?
It is customary to spend time considering the notion of our civil and legal liberties on the 4th of July, and being a farmer, I always think about how the notion of independence is related to our food system. Increasing food independence is one of the horns we toot rather loudly over here at Horseradish Ranch. It's… Continue reading Independence and Interdependence
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